#xgn reader smut

[sun-flower-children]

Kirishima, Bakugo + Sero with a really rich S/O

A/N: Thanks for sending in a prompt! I added Sero bc im a simp  because he would be fun to write in this context as well!! I hope you ( the reader ) are also doing well!

Sero Hanta

- He makes it pretty clear early on that he doesn’t like you for your money and doesn’t want you to spend more money than needed on him.

- You will give him little gifts randomly which he loves no matter how much he protests that he doesn’t want you buying stuff for him.

- Sero treasures those little trinkets that you give him; probably has a self dedicated to your guys pictures and the lil gifts.

- !! matching fits !!

- This dude has style, he has taste, Sero is by no means a style disaster

- His style is more street style; might flirt a bit with the tech wear style.

- Matching t-shirts, maybe overall aesthetics

- One thing you do for him is help him with his phone.

- I headcanon that this dude probably drops his phone

Kirishima Eijiro

- He thinks its super manly you want to buy and gift him things as a physical piece of proof of you feelings for him.

- He really likes your gifts and will give you kisses and hugs as a thank you, every single time.

- Probably prefers things that have a sentimental value to him or are part of some kind of inside joke y’all have

- !! promise rings !!

- He would wear his when he isn’t training but at some point he would attach it to a thin gold chain to match the simple gold promise ring you bought for him

- 100% has y’alls name written on the inside of the ring.

- when he misses you a lot he will hold the ring, rub the ring, maybe kiss it :’(

Bakugo Katsuki

- this lil bitch dresses really plainly despite having designer parents.

- He has taste and has a phenomenal style but doesn’t really dress up because he has other things to focus on.

 - He will totally be all like “ don’t buy shit for me dumb ass I don’t need to clutter my room with your bullshit.”

- Absolutely will send you posts of pricey fashion pieces that he likes; he will only say that he likes them and you will buy them is up to you or not.

 - Sometimes he will remind you that he likes you because you are the best

[gomzwrites]

The taskforce 141’s favourite steamy moments 

Contain smut(18+), minors do not interact

a/n: I wanted to write something that the 141 members like the most whenever they have some spicy moment with the reader >:) so I decided to give smut writing a go! These are arranged based on length, I apologise for writing such a short one for Ghost as I was struggling to make it as gender-neutral as possible(if it still comes out as fem, Im so sorry!), maybe next time I’ll do specific gender one post at a time, but for now enjoy this mess :> Tags: xgn! Reader, dry humping/grinding, eating out(reader receiving), submissive, teasing, riding(implied sorta), biting, slightly possessive behaviour, hand job - let me know if i missed any tags reader's text is in purple PLEASE DO NOT RESHARE MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Simon Ghost Riley - taste

Ghost likes it when you run your fingers along his hair, soft and gentle as he closes his eyes and savour the gesture. But he likes it best when you scratch his hairline and lock your hands in his short blonde curls. 

Ghost has been in between your thighs since he dragged you into his room, he laps on your entrance as he sloppily licks up your sensitive sex, sinful slurping and moans filling the room. He works his tongue expertly, mixing those arousal juices with his saliva as he grunts and groans. You watch with teary, half-lidded eyes as he slowly retracts from your aching sex and trails teasing kisses around your thighs before he bites down as you jolt.

S-simon…! 

You whine out his name as he hums and graze his teeth along your thighs, taking his sweet time as he watches you grow increasingly desperate, turning into a whimpering mess on his bed because of him.

He spread your leg further as he let his tongue dance against you, watching your back arches up as he moan into your sex, causing a shiver to run down your spine as his deep husky voice reverberated through your entire body. He looks up to you with those dark eyes that are blown out and filled with desire, hungrily pinning your hips down with his eyes alone. 

“Be good”, was all he said before he latch onto you again as he devour you like there was no tomorrow. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

John Soap MacTavish - wants

You struggle to breathe properly as your chest is fully pressed on top of your desk, now messy and with papers and reports that are scattered about and long forgotten. 

Grunts and moans filled your room as Soap has your hands pinned on top of your head, his other hand grabbing your hips, fingers digging into your hips that always leave purplish-red marks the next day. 

“Fuck y/n…..” Soap slurs as he buckled his hip at your ass, both of you still have your gears and clothes on, leaving only the bulky vest on the floor as he grinds on you, so desperate, so fucking desperate. 

He leans down to bite on the back of your neck causing you to moan as you feel his tongue lap at the bite marks and suck gently to soothe the flesh, now littered with goosebumps. You can feel how warm and hot he is from your back despite the layers of clothes, and you can hear his heartbeat too when he starts thrusting you faster, harsher, pressing his chest and his hips on you, as if he’s moulding your entire body as both of you are mushed together perfectly. 

‘It's not enough…” he growls as he continues grinding on you, voice getting lower as he frowns and bites down on your neck again, another mark as he lets out pants of frustration, you gasp and moan at his bites as you push your hips back to meet his.

‘Yeah just like that…fuck…..fuck. me.” he lets out a deep sigh as both of you fight to push your hips towards each other to be impossibly close, you can feel it too, you can feel how he angles his hip so that every time he snaps and presses onto you, you can feel his tip poking at your entrance, making you roll your eyes back as you sob softly.

You want him, just as badly as he wants you.  God it’s not enough, it’s never enough at all and yet every single fucking time, he does it still, it's too painfully good to stop, to pause this heating moment to remove some fabric, no, there’s no way he’ll stop, it's as if he’s afraid that doing so will result in these pent-up emotions and arousal slipping away.

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Captain John Price - voice

John likes it when you hold back your moans and voices whenever you guys do it in his office, since his room is in the centre of the base, that means there are other rooms besides, and the walls are not exactly the thickest.

Sure, he absolutely loves your moans and the way you scream his name whenever he pounds you hard never fails to make him lost in ecstasy. But nothing riles him up more than hearing the voices you make that only he gets to hear.

He loves it when you suppress your moans, because it makes it so your voice tends to become whinier, and more desperate, reaching a pitch that sometimes has surprised him and yourself. He loves it because when you try to be quiet by squeezing your head into his neck, mouth biting on his collar as he drags his thick cock in and out of you, he gets to hear all those little gasps and pretty little moans that are barely audible.

John loves it, and he absolutely likes to break that resolve of yours, he likes to push all the buttons to see you crumble before him, and he knows when he is on the right track when you start to pant harder, and those whimper escapes more as you shakily grab onto his arm, 

J-John….please…

he smirks as the pleas come spilling out from your mouth whenever you feel like you couldn't hold in your moans more.

“Awwww….too much?” 

He would whisper back into your ears as he draws out each word in his deep honey voice, hands coming down on your waist before he slams it down hard on his hip, causing a startled yelp and a jolt of shiver running down your spine and let out a string of suppressed curses and moans.

He chuckles deeply, hot breath fanning against your neck when he watches your eyes tear up and your mouth opens as you let out a silent scream, still holding on as you shake your head and mutter to him, “N-no…m-my voice-” you didn’t finish your words as he clashes his mouth with yours, swallowing your pitiful pleas before biting down your lower lip as he pulls back, smirking as he bites down your shoulder.

“Let it out”, he challenges you with a raspy voice as he kisses the bite marks around your neck and nibbles softly when he coos at you, watching you squirm around as he gives you a mischievous look, oh he is going to, and will bully you until he has you screaming his name.  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Kyle Gaz Garrick - hands

Kyle loves it whenever you take your time and tease him with your hands, you can feel how his thigh muscle tensed up and how he let out his breath shakily whenever you trail your finger around him. He always likes it when you start slow, gently trailing along his neck first as you kiss and softly nibble his ears, before you slip your hands down lower as you rest it on his chest, and those eyes….those big doe eyes of yours whenever you look up to him and whisper so sweetly, honey tone dripping out from your irresistible mouth absolutely drives him mad every time, and send his head into a spiral heat of want.

You like it, hm?

He gives a nod as he lay back on the sofa, completely melting under you touch as he squeezes his eyes shut when he feels your teasing hand trailing around his chest, sometimes flicking his nipples that cause him to jolt as you giggle,

Mhm, you do like it…

Fuck, you’ve barely done anything and he already feels like his losing his mind, only being able to nod frantically as words fail to come into his mind. As you slowly reach down, resting your palm just shy above his pants, his grip on your hip tightens as he desperately wants you to go lower, to give him what he wants. He loves it because you always manage to rile him up, giving some relief but never enough, it's like you knew exactly how he works. 

Hmmmmm what do you want…pretty boy?

You whisper back teasingly as you brush your lips against his ear, you watch as his boxers get tighter when his arousal increases, even a small stain was visible now the more you tease him with the nickname, his favourite one, among all the other things you call him.

“Ah fuck….please y/n…”

He begs as you slowly pull down his boxers, bit by bit as he lifts his hips up on instinct to help you remove them, then you slowly let him free of these hellish restrictions, and you make sure your hand doesn't touch his hard cock that flings up as you remove the boxers, watching the red angry tip leaking as he lets out a content sigh. Yet as free as he is at the moment, he needs more.

“y/n….god…please….”

He whines softly again as you rest your hand on his V-line, trailing those deep beautiful grooves as you hum idly and press your body against his. You continue moving your hand along the V-line before you lightly ghost his cock with the middle knuckle of your index finger, running it all the way from his tip to the base. 

Please what hm?

He lets out another whimper when you tease him again, trying to be good as he bites his lower lip to stop himself from flinching so much from how sensitive and needy he is, he nuzzles into your neck as he pleaded with a desperate tone, voice crackling at the end as he gulps in between words. 

“Please….fuck….please touch me….touch my cock…need to feel you please….”

You chuckle as you kiss his cheek and snake your hand down to hold the base of his cock, watching him buck his hip up to seek those sweet, sweet friction. Who are you to deny him when he begged so nicely?

Good boy~ 

you whisper back huskily as you wrap your hands around his length, he takes a sharp inhale and lets out a trembling moan as he slung his head back to the top of the couch, his hand holding your hips, to ground himself as you start moving your hands around his cock, sliding upwards as you wipe the precum of the tip, teasing the tip as you slowly pump your hand down and watch another string of precum leak and flow down his length, you run your thumb along that one prominent vein as you press on it slightly, the agonizing slow speed you’re doing makes Kyle gasp as he frown and grab your hips tighter,

“fuck, so good….hmm fuck your hands….ah…”, he lets out a loud moan lightly when you kiss his ear lobe, whispering sweet nothing as you attack his ear with your tongue, moaning and letting sloppy noises consume his head, you take this opportunity to reach out and interlace your finger with his other hand as well to overwhelm him in every sense.

He prays internally as he tries his best not to come right here right now, you just started stroking him but he already feels like he’s about to explode. He can’t help it when he can feel your hands, every crease of your finger swiping along his girth as you pump slowly again, god and your thumb? Whenever you use it to press down on him he swears his vision goes white for a moment.  

“Don't stop….” 

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a/n: yes yes I know yet another longer section for Gaz, I am, and forever will be biased towards our babygirl, YOU CAN'T STOP ME *runs*

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Double Take on that Bubble Butt Blurb ~Natasha Romanoff xGN Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, body adoration, ass licking, eating out, teasing, etc.

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“You like my ass…?” The red head chuckled.

You bit your lip and nodded. Natasha then proceeded to grab your chin and direct your eyes to hers.

“Then get on your knees and eat my ass out, detka…” She taunted.

Immediately, you spun the red head against the wall and dropped to your knees. Natasha gasped lightly, not prepared for you to actually follow through with her taunting. You eagerly pulled her pants down and her panties right after that.

“Oh Shit, detka—!” Natasha groaned, as your tongue inserted itself into the red heads ass and you began licking around her hole.

You moaned in delight, you hands gripping her bubble butt tight as your tongue happily lapped away at her aching hole.

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[callsigngrim]

Eldritch Konig xGN reader

MDNI!

The winner of the poll!

Tentacles smut Konig is cocky

No physical description of reader no description of gender.

Please enjoy!

The cave was dark and moist. Filled with the sound of pitter patter from the storm raging outside. Of Course you just had to go on a hike in the middle of nowhere alone.

It also didn't help that you felt like you were being watched.

Sighing you walk into the cave deeper hoping to find a dry patch where you could hopefully make a small fire and try to get some sleep without freezing to death.

As you make your way deeper into the cave you're amazed to find the walls of the cave lined with drawings!

They looked old depicting people who seem to be worshipping some sort of otherworldly creature. It looks huge adorned in gold with tentacles sprouting from its back?

You shake your head. Deciding that the small patch of dry ground near the end of the cave would be sufficient enough. You quickly pile the wood you had briskly grabbed onto the floor using some dry leaves a kindling to get the fire going.

It's slowly starting to get a little warmer. Enough that you can take off the heavy jacket that was completely drenched from the heavy pelts of rain.

You use your bag as a makeshift pillow while you snuggle into your sleeping bag.

It wasn't ideal laying on the ground with who knows what crawling around but you were too tired to care. You just hoped you didn't wake up with spiders in your hair. As you shifted to get into a more comfortable position you didn't pay any attention to the walls that seemingly started to glow a faint yellow. Nor did you see the tentacles painted on the walls start to move. Twisting and curling away from the paint. 

And forming into solid pieces. The creature that had previously just been a painting had magically emerged hidden in the shadows watching the frail little human.

You were a tempting little thing shivering from the cold. Oh he couldn't wait to warm you up. After all, you were the one who set him free. 

You were shaking from the cold, the fire having long since burned out leaving a few glowing embers that hardly gave any heat.

You were going to die. Alone and cold with a bunch of weird paintings on the wall… Were the fuck were the paintings?

As you're laying there trying to figure out if you've officially lost your mind due to the cold. Sometimes in the corner catches your eye. A massive form is standing there in the shadows and it's definitely looking at you. Glowing red eyes piercing through the darkness. You make a move to get up before you realise that something has slithered it way around your legs and arms.

You jolt screaming begging for whatever has you to please let go!

"Careful" the word echoes through your mind. It sounds human enough but you know it's not. No human is that big or has extra appendages sprouting from their backs.

"Please don't hurt me" you whisper hoping that the monster will spare you.

The tentacle have started slithering around you pulling the sleeping bag off and lifting you effortlessly into the air

"I will not harm you small human I simply wish to repay you for setting me free" that damn voice echoing in your head again.

"Repay me how'? "why"?

I didn't do anything you plead.

The dark tendrils pull you closer to the creature holding you at eye level. "Ah but you did you freed me from these walls and for that I have to repay you little one".

You swallow thickly it's unnerving being this close to the creature. It's watching you waiting for you to reply.

You could struggle but what if it decides to kill you if you try to fight?

"How would you repay me"? You regret asking the moment the monster's eyes start glowing even brighter.

"With pleasure little one" its voice comes out almost like a purr.

Gods this is terrifying  and humiliating at the same time. "If I let you pleasure me you have to promise not to kill me".

The creature seems taken aback.

"Why would I hurt such a sweet little thing"? It sounds almost amused.

"I'll have you begging me to take you over and over again sweet thing". You let out a whimper at that. Fuck that's not supposed to turn me on you think.

As if sensing your sudden arousal. The creature lets out a growl. "Konig" it says and you're left confused.

"My name sweet one so you know what to scream after I make you come on my cock"

"Fuck" you moan out he's someking of eldritch monster who could rip you to pieces at any given moment. But here you are dangling from its tentacles moaning like some whore.

"Please take me"

Different things happen all at once. Konig moves forward pulling you in for a kiss that leaves you absolutely breathless. Its not sweet or soft no its primal almost possessive in the way his long thick tongue explores your mouth. Next is the way the tentacles wrapped around you rip away your clothes and underwear none too gently leaving you exposed to the cold.

Then you pulled impossibly close to the creature as two more of his tentacles start exploring your exposed body, finally stopping at your nipples. They start twisting and pulling leaving your nipples hard and sensitive.

You panting when he pulls away only to let out a gasp as the tentacles that are wrapped around you legs spread you open leaving you completely exposed to Konig.

He lets out an appreciative growl. Slowly one of his tentacles move down to circle your entrance. The tentacle is covered in a thin layer of slime that it spreads around your hole slicking it up. Before it slowly starts to enter you inch by inch. You're moaning his name just like he promised. The two tentacles that are toying with you nipples start to speed up twisting and pulling leaving you high of the pleasure your subjected to.

It feels so good the way he moves you how he wants and how you entire body feels on fire everywhere he touches you

You're so lost in the pleasure that you don't see his huge cock leaking all over your belly as he moves you up and down his tentacles preparing you for what's to come.

"Fuck please I'm so close" your so close teetering on the edge just a little more and you be coming.

"Yes little one come for me show me how good it feels".

It hits you hard you're screaming his name as you ride out your orgasm.

You breathless but he's not finished yet.

He pulls his tentacle out of you slowly while you moan at the loss of him inside you.

He grabs you in his arms you back pressed against his toned chest.

You don't have time to catch your breath before he pushes inside you bottoming out in one swift stroke. He's big, filling you completely. You can feel every vein on his cock as he starts thrusting into you. His pace is brutal as he slams into murming soft praises as he fucked you deep and hard.

You were both moaning lost in the throes of pleasure. He was filling you up so well. You didn't have a single thought in your head.

"Fuck I'm close little one come with me let me feel you"

You both came yelling out as he filled you to the brim with his seed. Gods it felt amazing so much so that you blacked out from the intense orgasm you were having.

Looking down at your slumped form Konig couldn't help but chuckle. Poor little thing couldn't handle the pleasure he gave them.

Pulling the sleeping bag closer Konig layed down with you on top completely knocked out; he covered your sleeping form with the bag to keep you warm. You were so small compared to him. Knocked out from taking his cock once.

"I suppose we're going to have to work on that won't we little one soon you won't be able to get enough of my cock"....

[meabh-mcinness]

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*In Sickness (x gn reader) ♪

Humans do not have ‘Evil Cycles’ it’s true. However, they can bend under stress in other ways. Some lose their minds and others present more physical symptoms. With all the stress of parenting, working as a teacher, and doing your best to make sure no one figures out either your or Iruma’s rather human status, it’s no wonder you fall victim to a stress fever. Luckily for you, the resident gargoyle demon is more than happy to help nurse you back to health once he discovers your ill state.

Family Day (x mom!reader)♪

In Schenell's endless quest for Ameri's love, he accidentally turns Iruma into a toddler. This would have been fine, if he had a remedy for said confliction. Now, as you wait for the restorative potion to be made, you get the joys of spending time with both your son as a tiny tot and Shichirou as he joins you for the day.

Nesting (xfemhuman!reader)♪✶

When your demon lover, Shichirou, begins acting oddly—more protective, more possessive, and increasingly distant—you are left bewildered and heartbroken. Once inseparable, his constant rejection of your affection stings deeply, leading to emotional confrontations and a growing sense of insecurity. As tensions rise, a startling revelation changes everything.

Memories (xfemdemon!oc) ♪✶

Today is a very special day for Lee Kai. After all, she's finally getting married to her one true love. As she readies for the big event, she can't help but be overcome by memories of the times they spent together.

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When you and Professor Balam decided to take the Misfit class out on a field trip to survey items they were studying up close, you never expected that it would end like this.

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In Plain Sight - an interactive Gus FringxGN!Reader

============================ How does it work? At the end of every chapter, you will be presented with a hyperlink, disguised as a dialogue or action option, which will then lead you to a chapter following your choice and so on and so forth :)) Please let me know what u think (please don't sh#! on me choosing the xGN! instead of xBoy, I wanna enjoy my story as well lol) ============================ INFO: ============================ Yes, there are going to be smut chapters involved at some point. You can expect tags like: (MDNI!!!)

Domination, degradation, submission, power imbalance, sexual tension, hate fuck, choking, bondage, recording the deed, manhandling, hair pulling, dragging across the floor, Gus being the only receiver, etc etc.

The course of chapters, so smutty stuff as well, depends on your choices. If you read through the fanfic once, you can always come back to this main page and try other options! :D

The action is happening during BCS, not necessarily Breaking Bad (but I so badly wanna do something with the boxcutter, well, we will see), so you can expect appearances or mentions of Lalo, Nacho, etc. (but I don't like them so it's Gus focused) and there's gonna be Mike! <3 Now, the fanfic is not fully finished, so if you don't see the hyperlink at the bottom, it simply means that I haven't added the chapters yet. Please be patient <3 <3 ============================= UNFORTUNATELY it turns out that Tumblr does not support my idea completely as every time I edit a post, the URL of the said post changes which is incredibly bad as the more I write the more chapters I'd need to edit each time. Because of that I have moved this project to my blog that I created specifically for this and future x Reader projects: https://xrdr.blogspot.com/

You adjust the headphones in your ear and feel your heart sink as you fight to recover balance on your bicycle. You take a deep breath of fresh, moist air with a heavy scent of rain and turn the handle bar to the left. You pass through a big rain puddle and speed up, allowing your bike to gain momentum as you continue down the road. In the distance, a big glowing logo casts a cone of yellow hue on the glossy street. You feel your heart speed up as you try to go through all the possible questions that employers usually ask during an interview.

As you turn your bike to the parking lot of the fast food restaurant - Los Pollos Hermanos - you anxiously check if your pant legs got dirty. You sigh with relief and drive your bike to the bicycle stand and secure it there with a key chain. You brush your hands across the fabric of your clean, light blue shirt and enter the building. It's most deserted, probably due to the bad weather and the late afternoon hour.

You nod at the employees, currently taking care of the kitchen and the dining area. They nod back and one of them appears in front of the counter, waiting to take your order. You take a quick glance at the person and suddenly you become hyper-aware of all of his facial features. You want to inspect his entire face, but you know damn well it would be weird and most likely make him uncomfortable.

'Hello, I am here for the job interview. I was told that I will be speaking to the manager named Monica.'

The man smiles at you in the most heart-warming way you've seen in your life.

'Monica is unable to attend due to personal reasons. I will be taking over your interview process.'

'I see,' you nod and offer him your hand. 'Y/N.'

'Gustavo Fring,' he introduces himself and takes your hand into his. You can feel the strength resonating off his body and the hard texture of his palms. 'Nice to meet you.'

The name rings a bell immediately. You remember that Monica introduced the Los Pollos Hermanos brand to you over the phone and his name was mentioned at least once.

'Nice to meet you too, sir. Are you the owner of the food chain?'

'Yes.'

'Oh, I'm sure you're busy then. If Monica called in to cancel, I can be rescheduled as well,' you suggest.

'That's not going to be necessary, but I do appreciate your consideration,' he gives you a smaller smile, still just as warm as the first one.

You respond with the same expression and look to the side a moment later, feeling butterflies in your stomach. You blame it on the thrill of the new job interview and look back at the man. His eyes seem like an endless void, which immediately sinks you in.

'Do you need any more time?' he asks.

'No, but I'd like to wash my hands first,' you inform him and look around the restaurant. He lowers his gaze onto your face, observing you for a moment with a lingering smirk.

'It's over there,' Gustavo says after a few seconds, extending his arm to his right side.

You nod and turn on your heel, then go to the bathroom. As you catch your reflection in the mirror, you notice a small blush on your face.

'Oh my God,' you roll your eyes and turn on the tap, then wash your hands with soap.

When you return to Gustavo, he leads you to his office at the back of the building. The room is fairly small, with a small window above his desk. There is almost no sunlight sinking inside the office and it has a weirdly hostile vibe to it, even though the owner looks like nothing else but a sweetheart.

'Please, take a seat.'

You sit down at the chair and adjust yourself in the seat, then straighten your back, while Gustavo sits on his chair in front of you, immediately taking on a perfect posture. You can feel your heartbeat speed up as he opens up the lid of his laptop and you can see a small reflection of your resume in his thin-framed glasses.

'Let's begin, Y/N.' You nod enthusiastically and he gives you an encouraging smile as his eyes come back to yours. 'I don't usually review resumes of candidates without any previous experience in gastronomy.'

A slight hint of worry flashes through your face, immediately noticed by Gustavo.

'Can you tell me why you decided to make an exception?'

He makes a pause and observes you for a while. The single ray of the sun, sinking through the window behind him, falls onto his neck, creating a shadow of his figure, which is reaching all the way across the wooden desk towards your clasped palms.

'We are in need of employees. We are planning to expand to another restaurant soon and some of my employees from the restaurant in which we are sitting are going to be transferred, as it is closer to their home address.'

'Congratulations on the expansion!' you throw in the comment.

'Thank you very much,' he responds. 'What made me accept your resume is the fact that you live near this area, but mostly it was the fact that I realized that you are a foreigner, correct?'

'Um, yes,' you are taken aback by his question and you mask your discomfort before it gets noticed. 'I came here from New Mexico.'

'I'm from Chile. I know how hard it is to get your first job here, that's why I decided to give you a shot,' he admits.

'That is so very kind of you,' you say openly.

Gustavo raises his hands and connects them in front of his chin.

'But hard or not, I am going to treat everyone equally, without giving anyone a head start.'

'Understandable.'

'Because you do not have any prior experience with customers, can you tell me, if perhaps at school or in other areas in your life, have you encountered a difficult situation, a conflict that you managed to solve?'

Even though before coming to the interview, you had multiple sessions of talking to yourself in front of a mirror, preparing possible answers for usual interview questions, you cannot help but feel a little sting of stress at the question. Your mind presents you with a flash of an image, a painful memory of a rainy night and the car lights aimed straight at your face. There is an older man standing in front of you and a much younger one to his side.

'Y-yea,' you answer and clear your throat. 'Sorry. I remember solving a conflict in my classroom, where three of the top students wanted to take the responsibilities of being the class president. I suggested a class vote to clear the confusion. The other time I also stopped a fight between two classmates.'

'How exactly did you achieve that?'

'They were arguing about some girl. I went in between them,' you respond and see his eyebrows rise slightly. 'I know, a risky move, but it was worth it. They cooled down a bit, didn't hit each other and I just listened to both of their stories. It turned out - I don't remember the context now - but it turned out that they misunderstood each other.'

Both of the stories are made up, but Gustavo Fring doesn't have to know that. He doesn't need to be made aware of the fact that your cartel family never allowed you in a public school and that you are home-schooled. He also shouldn't be made aware of your fake ID that you used for your resume.

'How would you deal with a customer who reports incorrectly prepared food? For example undercooked chicken wings?'

You look to the side, then let your eyes wander across the wall and up to the ceiling, as you make a slow, quiet humming noise, thinking about the answer.

'Do I see the food that this imaginary customer reports?'

'Let's assume that in this particular scenario, you do.'

'Ok, so I wouldn't check the recipe, because I can see the plate, so I ask them nicely what is wrong with the food.'

''It's disgusting' - that's what the customer is saying,' Gustavo responds with a shadow of a smile on his face.

''I really want to help you in this situation, but I need some more information, please. Is it not to your liking in taste or is the quality disappointing and how?' that's what I would ask, or something similar,' you clarify.

'The quality is disappointing, because the meat is partially raw.'

'I am very sorry to hear that, would you like to receive a refund of your chicken wings order or a special offer for our menu?' you respond, choosing your words carefully. You look for validation on his face, but it is unreadable.

'Would you not try the chicken wings yourself to verify their honesty, Y/N?' he asks after a moment. I would or I wouldn't

[montimer]

is it ok if you can do both HC of smut HQAS Joker(dom) XGN reader (sub) and HQAS Joker (sub) Xgn Reader (dom)?

Hqas!Joker x gn!reader

Both dom and sub

Warning: smut

Dom!reader

He really thought he could take it.

But you got him loudly moaning under you.

Hes not even embarrassed by the sounds hes making.

He'll hold onto anything for dear life, or ur back.

He whimpers and begs.

He'll let you use toys or vibrator on him. It gets him so red in the face.

Overstimulate him, he'll keep on moan ur name.

Hes into dirty talk. Call him ur slut. Degenerate him. He will not be able to make out a word.

Give him long kisses just to make him gasping for air.

Worship and tease him.

He can give out the most unmanly sounds.

He'll even cross dress for you

Sub!reader

This man loves to be in control.

He loves to make you cry out his name in pleasure.

He'll lick ur neck and leave hickeys.

He will gently pin you down and thrust into you.

He loves blowjobs. He gives out so beautiful sounds. He will grab into ur hair.

He has pretty good stamina. He can go for like 4-5 rounds.

He loves to hear ur voice, especially calling out for him.

He'll let out grunts and moans the whole time. He'll try to keep it down to hear you.

Also, he won't do anything that will make you uncomfortable, and will immediately stop if he sees it or you ask. Hurting you is a big no no for him.

He likes to brag about it too. But if you want to you can quickly shut him up.

[sinkovia]

About me

You can call me Jas if you'd like!

She/Her ♡ 21

⟡ My current writing obsession is Call of Duty. I love writing angst and all types of delulu.

⟡ I do occasionally write smut so minors please don't interact with those posts.

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⟡ If you do submit a request all I ask is to be patient as I do get burnt out sometimes and the only energy I have to write is specific things.

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[sturgill-simpson]

HELLO, AND WELCOME

Sturgill/Niko || 29 years old || they/them

BEFORE YOU CONTINUE

This is an 18+ blog, that contains writing, pictures, and posts that will frequently be of a highly sexual nature. While this is not all that will be posted here (I often reblog sfw x reader work) much of it will be smut/sex-filled. If you are not +18 and/or do not have it clearly marked on your blog, I will block you.

MY WRITING

Tag: my writing

I particularly like dom!reader/original characters, sub!characters, especially when those canon characters are male. My current obsessions are JJK and One Piece. My favorite tropes are a/b/o, overstimulation, edging, pegging. I have been known to dabble in darker subjects like cnc, borderline yandere, etc, but I will not write incest, aged-up characters, rape, etc.

Come On Closer - Arataka Reigen xGN (AFAB)!Reader, pegging fic

moonlight, or kaguya and I - Geto Suguru x Reader, poetic and angsty smut with many comparisons between Princess Kaguya and Geto.

to fall like icarus, undone - Gojo Satoru x GN! (implied AMAB)Reader, poetic smut, many comparisons between the reader and Icarus.

santa claus is coming down your chimney tonight - A/B/O Christmas fic, a slightly unhinged GN!Reader breeds Cult Leader!Geto.

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[sorrowsofsilence]

MDNI • 18+

Burning Out

8/? parts • x fem!reader • ongoing

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect, but everything changes once he meets you.

(warnings: smut, crime, drugs, heists, mentions of suicide/murder )

Desolate Love

noah sebastian x fem!reader • complete

His October eyes sang secret confessions as he poured his soul into the melodies of desolate love; but you weren't meant to be sung for, even if you loved each other first.

warnings: none, just angst

Diagnosis

doctor davis x fem!reader • complete

You had no idea your past highschool school hook-up would be your substitute doctor during your annual check-up; but let's just say you were in desperate need of a physical.

warnings: smut, doctor

Discipline

Professor Davis x fem!student!reader • complete

Professor Davis is a stuck-up know-it-all who hates when you talk back, especially in front of the class. Perhaps, some discipline is necessary to keep you in line.

warnings: smut, student x professor

echo of my shadow

Noah Sebastian!ghost x fem!reader

His soul was lost, bound to find yours again in this life… and in every lifetime to come.

warnings: implied death/afterlife, implied smut

G E M I N I

NoahSebastian!twins x ofc!jude

why bother choosing, when both the Davis twins want you?

warnings: smut, threesome, twins (no twincest)

if I’m here

x fem!reader

request: hyper-independent reader who fears taking help from anyone

warnings: none

I Was Always Yours

one || two • x fem!reader • complete

You grew up with Nick Ruffilo and Noah, but its been years since you’ve seen your best friends due to them being away touring. When Ruffilo came back to your hometown, opening his home tattoo studio, you get the opportunity to reconnect with him, and Noah. Deep down you’ve always had something for Noah, and it turns out he’s always felt something for you too. Perhaps seeing eachother years later, after you’ve both changed, sparked something.

warnings: smut

Liminal

xfem!reader • complete

He hates you. And he hates that he’s obsessed with you.

Louder

x fem!reader • complete

you know what they say, vocalists do it louder

warnings: smut

Memento Mori

xgn!reader • complete

“If you’re watching this I’m dead.”

warnings: angst, death grief

Nightmares

x fem!reader • complete

You wake up from a nightmare, and your best friend Noah finds a way to keep it off your mind.

warnings: smut

The Crow

Noah!draven x fem!reader

"People Once Believed That When Someone Dies, A Crow Carries Their Soul To The Land Of The Dead. But sometimes something so terrible happens, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right."

warnings: 18+, implied smut, murder, violence

The Beach

best friend noah x fem!reader • complete

getting drunk together on your weekend getaway leads to more than both you and your best friend thought.

warnings: fluff, smut

The Bet

The Bet 2

bad omens x reader

Threefold Desires

noah x fem!reader x folio • complete

Noah and Nick had only one rule while living with them: that you could be used however and whenever they pleased.

Warnings: threesome smut

noah wouldn’t ask you to moan, he’d make you

Fish

more to come

[z1pn]

Requests?

I've written very few fics for some friends and all were ok but if i could get into it i might get better so if i could get some requests?

Fandoms i write for:

Haikyuu

Genshin Impact

Attack on Titan

Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun

Demon Slayer

Harry Potter

My Hero Academia

If you want to request a different fandom i may or may not do it but go ahead if you'd like! also i mostly write male or gender neutral reader but if the request asks for a female reader i will happily write! I also write any genre for instance smut fluff angst whatever you ask!

if you have any requests please ask i would like to write as soon as i can!

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Day 4: John Soap MacTavish

CONTAIN SMUT, 18+ content, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT I will block ageless, untitled block so gtfo

Tags: smut, oral job(Soap receiving), xgn!reader, lipstick - let me know if I missed any

Notes: ・❥・reader's texts are in purple ・❥・dividers drawn by @gomzdraws

a/n: I think for a time there were a few lipstick smut fic and I really wanted to have my spin on it :) so I wrote this for our dear feral Soap

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What have yer been up to?

Soap asked from the bed as he placed down his journal and watched you shift around on the chair in front of the vanity table.

I'm trying out these new lipsticks, I got them a few weeks ago during my birthday from my friend!

You replied back happily as you usher him closer; he gave you an amusing look as he approached you and lifted you up to sit on his thigh. He watched the different lipsticks laid before him and noted the colours.

What do you think? Which one should I try first?

You flash a grin as he chuckles and tilts his head.

This one. 

He pointed to the one that had a crimson-red colour on it.

Okay. 

Soap hums along as he watches you take out the cover and glance at it. Then you get an idea as you hand him the base of the lipstick.

Wanna help me wear it?

He was taken aback a little by the request, but he decided to do it as he shrugged his shoulders.

Erm ah can try ah guess? Don’t scold meh if I mess up yer look then, pet.

He wiggles his eyebrow as you chuckle and push your lips at him. He slowly takes out the stick and gently swipes it across your lips, watching the shine appear and swallowing hard when it makes your lip look brighter and plump, the look making you irresistible.

Oops…

He whispers as he deliberately lets the lipstick swipe over the corner of your lip just a bit further than necessary. Before you can move, he takes his finger and traces it from your chin and wipes it off slowly, teasingly. He gives you a smirk as he squeezes your cheeks slightly and chuckles. He can feel your cheeks getting slightly hotter from his fingers.

Hmmm, it looks good on you...

He whispers in a lower voice as he tilts your chin up, staring at your lips for a few seconds before moving your head to the mirror.

You watch the reflection and nod. You give your lips a quick smack before another idea comes into your mind.

Hm, I don’t know. There’s another colour here as well to try, though I don’t feel like wiping this one off yet~

Soap grins back as he rests his hand on your thigh while the other rests idly on the chair armrest. He sensed that playful tone in your voice, which usually means you’re up to no good.

And what is yer pretty mind thinking now?

Well…

You trail off before grinning at him as you tap his lips.

I can put it on you, and then we can see how well the colour goes.

He widened his eyes and laughed as he shook his head.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Why? Scared of looking good?

Wut? No, am not; ah already look good without lipstick on.

Okay, yeah, that sounds like you’re scared.

He knows this is a trap, but he can’t help but give in to your plan as he sighs and rolls his eyes.

Okay, fine, do what yer want then.

You beamed up happily as you quickly took the other lipstick and slowly applied it over his lips. This one has a lighter shade than the one you’re wearing; the shade is somewhere between berry and burgundy.

ah look ridiculous.

He says it with a deadpan as he looks into the mirror and back at you. You burst into laughter as you watched how unnatural it looked on him. You were about to take your phone as he quickly snatched it from your hand and held it firmly.

Nuh uh, there’s no way I’ll let ye take a photo!

You give him a challenging look as you raise your eyebrow.

Oh yeah?

You lean in and kiss his lips suddenly as he gasps and weakens his grip. You hold him close from the neck as you pull back, feeling him chase after you. He huffed out a puff of air after you retracted your lips from him and stared at you with a dumb look. You grinned with satisfaction as you held the phone before him.

*SNAP*

Oh you little-

You yelp as he takes the phone and tosses it to the bed, grabbing your waist as his eyes glint with mischief as he pulls you in for another kiss again, breathing heavily as he takes his time to feel your soft lips. He could taste the shared breath and feel you fumbling around to grab his hair. He chuckles as he parted lips with you, absolutely awestruck with the way you look right now.

Your front hair is slightly messy, and your lips, the colours now mixed up from both his and your lipstick, the look sends a shiver down his spine as he lets out a small moan.

Steamin’ jesus, look at you...

You giggled as he looked the same to you, his cheeks flushed with a messy lip, and his eyes, the way it shows how much want and greed turn you on in ways you can’t describe. You lean in and kiss all over his face, making sure to plant them harder on his skin as you finish.

You don’t look too bad yourself, handsome.

He turns his head to the mirror and watches the amount of kiss marks adorned on his face; his mouth quirked up at the corners as he let out another breath. He never realised how much he liked being marked up like this by you.

He’d always been a big fan and would always like to go through the claw marks around his back and arms the next day after you have a steamy session with him, and he goes absolutely feral over the hickies you leave on his body; his favourite is when you leave it on the back of his neck, his collar barely being able to cover it.

Yeah, just look at the mirror like that, hm? Make sure you don’t look away, Johnny.

That made him swallow another breath as you whispered in that sultry tone into his ears. He obeyed and watched as you slowly kissed his neck, then trailed lower to plant more kisses around his shoulder blade. He wanted to take off his shirt, but you stopped him, only taking the hem of his shirt and pulling it up to his mouth.

Be a good boy and hold it, yeah? If you let go... I’ll stop immediately, and you don’t want that now, do you?

He gives you a frantic shake as he bites on the shirt, obediently following your orders as you take control. You run your hand all over his upper body, feeling every muscle tensing up and shivering slightly. He watches you in anticipation as you smirk and start painting him with your lips.

Going at such a slow speed as you trail ghost-like kisses around his chest, teasing him as he gives a few grunts, before finally licking those rough skin and kissing it, making a sloppy mess on every spot you imprinted with your lips, causing him to shiver everything your hot breath fanned against those sensitive spots.

You kneel before him, slotting between his thighs, as you wipe your drool off your lips with the back of your hand, admiring just how divine he looks right now, marked up all prettily with those lipstick stains from your lips. His breathing was much harder, his beautiful blue eyes were blown out, and the shirt he was biting on now has a wet stain surrounding it.

That’s not the only spot that is damp.

You palm him with your hand, watching how his hips jolt towards your hands as he gives out a hushed whimper.

So needy…

You tutted slowly as you grabbed him through the jeans harder, a strained moan escaping from him as he frowned and closed his eyes. His shaky hands held onto your head as he gently nudged it against the dent of his pants, urging you to go on.

Think you can keep that shirt in that pretty mouth of yours if I give you what you want?

He gives you a hurried nod as he massages the scalp of your hair and tries to speak through the cloth.

M-mmmhmm….mmpheasee…

You began zipping down his pants and letting his cock free from these constraints, gasping as you watched it bounce and hit his abs. God,  you’ll never get tired of this view. Then, you give a soft kiss at the tip of his head before trailing it down all the way to his base. You can hear him whining as he buckles his hip up desperately every time you retract your plump lips off him, silently telling you:

Enough with the tease, please.

You lick the cum off the slit of his hard cock and start flattening your tongue and running it up and down on the side of his cock, your eyes never leaving him as he throws his head back into the arm rest, pulling his shirt up further and showing off his glistening body from the sweat.

Good boy

You mumble before you finally start bobbing your head up and down on him, his hand tugging you slightly every time his aching cock hits the back of your throat, making you moan each time, the vibration of your sounds sending electric waves of pleasure into him.

Mmmm! Hngh….

More pleas and whimpers start escaping from his lips the faster you move your head, always sucking his tip slightly whenever you reach the top while you pump the rest of his cock with your hands. You can tell by how close he is, how much his cock is twitching in your hot mouth, and how he is leaning forward. He pulls you off his cock as he furiously pumps his cock with his other hand.

Come on, come for me, Johnny.

You rasp back as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out. He gives a strained, high-pitched moan as he comes undone and shoots his load into your mouth, his body tensing and shuddering as orgasm hits him like a wave.

F-fuckkk….y/n!! Ah! y/n….arghhhhh….

He released the shirt as he panted and mumbled incoherently with a broken voice, slumping forward as he watched you swallow, lick your lips, and clean yourself. He tilted your head up as he looked at your face. Your lipstick was smudged and messed up, and that fucked-out blissful face you had was almost tempting enough for him to go in for a second round.

You’re going to be the death of me…

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a/n: muffled moans? muffled moans- *nods* I hope this was a good read for you guys, Im still not confident with the way I write smut but this one was a fun one to write >:]

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hi! I adore you 🥰 prompt number 32 for lesso if possible please? I’m having a rough month and you legit make my day 💛 thank you kindly x

Heyyy @grumblebee-93 !! I’m sorry to hear about your month… I hope it gets better ♥️♥️♥️ Thank your for your sweet words!! Hope you Enjoy 💞

Call Yourself Mine ~Dom!Leonora Lesso xGN Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#32. Enemies to lovers troupe

Warnings: NSFW, implied smut, dom/sub relations, verbal fighting, kissing, teasing, begging kink, confessions of feelings, etc.

Enjoy (;

“God, you’re such a control freak…!!” You exclaimed in a hushed tone.

The red head rolled her eyes and mashed her teeth.

“You’re such a whiny bitch!!” She sneered.

You took a step closer to the dean.

“Lower your voice…” you gritted out.

“Why??” She jeered.

“Because it’s fucking 1 am and we’re standing in the middle of the fucking corridor…!!” You seethed.

“I’ll do whatever I damn please…!” Lesso gritted out, stalking up closer to you.

You started back up, as the red head kept approaching, until she had you firmly traps against the wall. Your breath hitched.

“What do you want, huh?? You can’t control me like you do the others…! I’ll never be yours to control!!” You spat.

Lesso came flush up against you, her hands trapping you on either side from escape. She cocked her head slightly and her eyes sparkled.

“Oh Babygirl…” She wickedly purred, “I don’t want to call you mine…”

Your face reddened and your breathing staggered. She came even closer, her lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“No, I want you to choose me and tell me that you’re mine…” The red head lustfully taunted, “To beg me to be your dom… Out of your own volition.”

You gulped. Your eyes fluttered down to Lesso’s lips and then back up to her intimidating gaze. You went to close the few inch gap between your lips, but the red head was quick to grab your jaw, pulling your face forcefully to the side. You whimpered slightly as she held your head in place tightly. You then felt her hot mouth on the base of your neck, and you couldn’t help the breathy moan that escaped you. Her tongue travelled up your neck and to your ear, where she nipped your lobe before continuing,

“Beg. And then I’ll give you whatever your heart and pussy desires…” Lesso lustfully husked, “Anything.”

“Please…” you whimpered.

At This, the red head swiveled your head back face to face with hers.

“Please, what…?” She taunted.

“I wanna be yours… I am yours…” you whimpered.

Her gaze softened a little, and a small smirk came upon her face. Suddenly, Lesso’s lips were on yours. But this time her touch wasn’t rough or fiery, no, it was caring.

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Leonora Lesso Masterlist

[sin-of-jess]

Mina ashido experiencing sensory deprivation bdsm plez and thank you

"Do you trust me?" I ask her, her body ever so slightly swaying in the sex swing as she nods her head yes. I gently pull the blindfold over her eyes and kiss her forehead before stepping away to appreciate the view.

She was wearing a matching black lace bra and crotchless panties, her dark pink folds peeking out thanks to how she's sitting on the swing. Her knees are hiked up high and spread apart, her hands tied to the straps she's holding. I take my time as I take in every detail of her, her fingers clenching and unclenching as she waited for me to begin.

I started slow, first letting my fingertip barely touch her left nipple. She jerked at the reaction, her body soon leaning into the feather-like touch. I pinch it and pull away, her nipple hardening before my eyes. I count to 10 then repeat it on her right nipple, her body expecting it and instead just leaning into my touch as she lets out a relieved sigh. I pull away again and go straight for her pussy, pinching and pulling on her clit as she pulls on her restraints and moans out. I pull away more than I have so far, stepping around her body slowly. I bend over at the waist and peer at her ass, unable to resist the temptation of giving it a firm slap that makes her shout out before moaning.

"Ah, ah, ah!" I say as I move over to the bed to grab the ball gag, returning to between her legs. I hook my finger into her parted lips, "Open," I tell her firmly, and putting the ball end into her mouth before attaching the clasp behind her head. A pregnant pause and I twist her nipple, a wail barely coming from the ball. I kiss each of her cheeks before playfully slapping her left tit, "You're such a dirty sight," I tell her, biting my lip as I let my eyes trail over her body again.

Her pussy is dripping by now and I pull out a vibrator, timing it just right so that it turns out the second it hits her clit. She moans out and arches her back, and I rub the vibrating phallus along her folds. She shimmies around in a desperate attempt to get the head to reach her hole, but I dance the toy around and enjoy the personal show she's giving me.

I turn the dial up two and shove it into her pussy without warning, and her entire body tenses up as she lets out the most erotic moan. I play with her pussy for a while, with no particular pattern as I speed up and slow down the toy. Her entire body is covered in sweat after a while, her body almost constantly shaking as I continue to bring her close to orgasm and pull off before she tips over.

"PLEASE!!" She screams out and I finally give in, twisting the toy as I piston it in and out of her and watch her as she finally cums. Her toes curl and her knuckles turn white as she says my name like a sex-crazed prayer, her muscles straining as she tries to fuck the toy back.

I turn it onto low and adjust the crotchless panties so that I can snap them shut, the fabric barely holding the softly vibrating toy inside her. "W-What are you doing?" She shakily asks me.

"Getting my full out of you, so get ready my pretty little whore," I breathed into her ear before nibbling the lobe.

[zoeykallus]

Stuff I Wrote /Masterlist Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

THE BAD BATCH AND OTHER CLONES

The Bad Batch

Three Is The Magic Number (Tech x FemReader x Crosshair Smut Oneshot 18+)

Theme Park (Headcanons)

Your Birthday (Smut 18+ including Rex Headcanons)

Grief And Comfort (Headcanons)

Clones asking you for a date (approaching you) at the 79’s:

Pregnant Reader And Toddler HC's The Bad Batch x Drunk Reader HC's

The Bad Batch (+Rex) x Reader - Proposal

The Bad Batch x Reader - Being Protective

The Bad Batch x Reader - Cuddle HC's

The Bad Batch X Reader Spicy HC's The Bad Batch x Reader - Fight And Make Up HC's

The Bad Batch + GNReader - Jealousy HC's

The Bad Batch x GN Reader - The Movies HC's

The Bad Batch Spicy HC's 2

The Bad Batch x f!Reader - The First Time HC's

The Bad Batch x Reader - What Makes Them Fall In Love With You HC's

The Bad Batch x GNReader - Taking Care HC's

The Bad Batch x Reader - "You're Pretty" HC's

The Bad Batch x Reader - First Time Naked HC's

The Bad Batch x PlusSize Reader HC's

The Bad Batch x Reader MakeUp/Cosmetics/Outfit HC's

The Bad Batch Spicy HC's 3

The Bad Batch (+ Rex and Fives) Own Room HC's

The Bad Batch (+Rex + Fives) - Body Care HC's

The Bad Batch x F! reader - Spicy HC's 4

The Bad Batch x Reader - Unexpected First Kiss HC's

The Bad Batch x F!Reader with Tattoos

The Bad Batch x GN Reader - At The Beach HC's

The Bad Batch x Reader- First Time HC's 2

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Spicy HC's 5

The Bad Batch x Reader - Book And Relax HC's

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Spicy HC's 6 - Turn Ons

The Bad Batch x Reader With Chronic Pain Condition

The Bad Batch x Reader - Spicy HC's 7 - No Climax

The Bad Batch x Reader - Taking Care HC's 2

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Spicy HC's 8 - Shower Time

The Bad Batch Suggestive HC's - More Little turn ons

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HC's - Basic Instinct

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader In Labor HC's

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Spicy HC's 9 - Close Encounters

The Bad Batch x Afab!Reader - Period HC's

The Bad Batch - Some Headcanons I Don't Know How To Call

The Bad Batch x Reader - Mourn You

The Bad Batch x Reader With Trypanophobia HC's

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Spicy Headcanons 10 - Submission

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Falling In Love For The First Time

The Bad Batch x Reader - Gifts And Tokens Of Appreciation

The Bad Batch x Reader - Memory Foam Mattress Madnes

The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (Poly) Smut Short Fic - Truth Or Dare Part 1 Of 3

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader Spicy Headcanons - Relax The Boys

The Bad Batch x Reader - Comforting Omega

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Baby Kickin'

The Bad Batch - Dancing HC's

The Bad Batch x Short Reader HC's

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TBB FF x OCThe Bad Batch - No Payne No Gain 1 - The Meeting

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

Tech Oneshots

A Night At The Bonfire (18+ Fluffy Smut Oneshot)

Confidence (18+ Smut Oneshot)

Shy Tech (A Little Fluff No Warnings)

Rough Nights (Comfort/Fluff/Suggestive)

Can We Do This Again? (GN reader Fluff)

I Can't Let You Give Up (Hurt/Comfort/ Mind The Warnings)

Oblivious (Fluff Oneshot x GN!Reader)

Soft Like A Feather, Hard Like A Diamond (Smut Oneshot 18+)

Distractions (Smut Onehsot 18 +)

Tech Fanfiction

Thank you For Loving Me (FF with Fluff/Smut and more

Nervous Flutter

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

The Clone And The Gray (ff with Smut/Fluff and More 18+)

Please Stay

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

Echo Oneshots

The Touch Of A Hand (Fluff/Suggestive)

Echo x F!Reader - From Innocent To Sensual Love (Smut/Fluff 18 +)

Echo x fem!Reader - The Light In The Darkest Of Nights - Short, Soft One-shot

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Echo Fanfiction

There For You 1 - I'll Stay With you (Fluff/Comfort)

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

Crosshair

Kiss It Better (Smut 18+ One Shot)

The First Time (Smut 18+ One Shot)

Be Your Own Best Friend (xGN reader Hurt/Comfort Oneshot)

Thanks For The Lesson (Smut 18+ One Shot)

Mor Than You Can Chew (Smut 18+ One Shot)

Father Figure Crosshair x Reader - Know Your Worth

Unlike What You Thought (Short FF)

My Beloved Enemy

xfem!reader FF 18+Part 1 - Crash Landing

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

My Beloved Enemy Vol.2 All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

Hunter

Animal (Smut 18+ Oneshot)

Breeding You (Smut Oneshot 18+)

Your Scent (Soft Oneshot)

Hunter x Fem!Reader - Out Of Control - Smut One Shot

Dirty Little Thief (FF 18+)

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

Enemy Mine (FF18+)

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

Wrecker

So Big So Soft (x fem!reader Short Fic 18+)

Little Cooking Fairy (SMUT 18+ Short Oneshot)

Wrecker x Reader - Soft One-Shot- Down To Cuddle Town

Captain Rex

How Could I Ever Forget You (Smut Oneshot 18+)

In Love And War (FF 18+)

Fives

xfemReader FF

Soldier Boy

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

One-Shots

Fives x Reader – Hurt/Comfort – The World May Collapse

x female reader

ARCANE

Silco

(FF 18+)

Little Flower (Smut 18+)

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

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Lesson Learned (Jason Voorhees) xGN! Reader

Minors, feel free to leave

Wow, here I am! My first ever fanfiction. Well, if you can call it that, it’s really more a self indulgent smut scenario with only enough plot to drive what happens. Regardless, I am excited. I had a great time writing this and will definitely be doing this scenario with other slashers.

Keep in mind that though I did my best to write the reader as gender neutral and racially ambiguous, I am an AFAB white person, so the reader may read as AFAB and white. If you see anything that could be corrected to make this more inclusive for everyone, please reach out in the comments or via direct messaging, and be civil and polite about it.

TW for: self deprecation from the reader.

Contains: Consensual spanking.  Fingering. A loving, confident, yet bashful Jason. Jason using ASL.

@slutforguts @sinfulwrites Thank you for your help in fleshing out my headcanons so I could get comfortable writing for Jason!

@slasherlouvre @frenziedslashers @moon-of-desire @early20sfailingplenty I don’t know if any of you are even interested in reading this, but I think you’re all cool so I wanted to share this with you. Don’t feel any pressure to read if this isn’t your thing.

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         You sat in the living area of the old cabin. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for you by far. You used to dream about this life on occasion. A little cabin out in the woods, off the grid for the most part, able to really see the blanket of the galaxy around you on a clear night. It was hard work to make things comfortable for yourself, but it felt right, it felt like home. Of course it wouldn’t quite be home without your partner. You hadn’t imagined upon meeting the Jason Voorhees you’d heard rumor about in Crystal Lake Township that you’d end up loving him, and him you in return, but you were so glad you did, you couldn’t be happier. Well, for the most part anyhow. “Oh for God’s sake.” You muttered aloud.

         You were in the middle of attempting to mend one of your favorite shirts, only you just couldn’t seem to get it right enough to make any progress. Jason was out checking traps around the camp property, he’d been gone since before you’d woken a little over an hour ago and you didn’t know when you could expect him back; you were grateful for it as your frustration mounted. You’d made a trip into the township yesterday and Jason always seemed anxious in the days before after you’d made the monthly trips. You just didn’t want him to see you struggling and cause him further distress. It was going to be an off day for you, you could tell as soon as you’d woken, before you’d even opened your eyes. The timing wasn’t great, but you’d manage to work through it somehow, you always had and today would be no different. It would be nice if your brain didn’t make things hard for you for no good reason though.

         Setting the shirt down on the coffee table in front of you, you groaned as you stretched. You sighed deeply to yourself in an attempt to ease the mounting tension in your mind and body. “That’s enough of that for now.” You made your way over to the small kitchenette to prepare a hot drink to sip while sitting in one of the chairs outside the front door to enjoy the late spring air and settle yourself before Jason returned. You reached for a tattered ASL book on the counter to occupy yourself while waiting for the water to heat in the kettle perched on the old gas stove. Jason had found it in the belongings of an intruder a while back and was studying it to make communication between you easier.

         The kettle began to whistle, and you set the book down. As you turned back toward the stove, your elbow caught the handle of the kettle and sent it crashing to the floor, lid flying off and spilling hot water everywhere. You stared a moment, watching as steaming water began to seep into the rug in front of the sink and made its way under the stove. All desire to try and rectify the day vanished as a numbing weariness settled over you and your eyes and nose grew hot. You slapped a hand over your eyes and the self berating began.

         “God, you idiot. What is wrong with you? You can’t mend a shirt and you can’t boil water without destroying the kitchen, you absolute idiot!.” You knew better than to talk to yourself like that, really. Foolishly however, in your moment of weakness, you decided that allowing yourself this indulgence in a bad habit would release the building pressure of your dejected mood. To the surprise of nobody, it did the exact opposite. Tears welled hot in your eyes and you didn’t bother trying to hold them back. You grabbed some towels from under the sink and got down to begin soaking up the water. “Stupid, stupid, stupid. Idiot!” You allowed the self berating to continue, no longer caring of the consequences. That was, you heard the main door to the cabin open. The intensity of your small breakdown drained from you as Jason’s boots came tear-blurred into your vision and you cursed yourself in your head at having been caught in the middle of your little moment. The last thing you’d wanted was to worry him, and here you were on the floor crying in front of him immediately upon his return home.

         Deciding not to dwell on the matter, you looked up at Jason to begin explaining the situation. Wiping at your eyes and blinking, you felt confused as you noticed his posture. He looked upset, but not worried, more… annoyed, disappointed? As you faced him fully he drew himself up, his posture projecting authority and anger. You knew he wasn’t trying to intimidate you or come across as threatening, he often projected his mood and thoughts through body language as a form of communication to supplement the considerably small amount of ASL he knew, as his facial expressions were unreadable due to him rarely taking off his mask. “Hi Jay, I just knocked over the kettle and made a mess. Is something wrong?” He huffed and lifted his right hand to his head and brought it away as he began to sign. “Why were you talking like that?”  After a second, you felt heat flare in your face and tension rise in your neck and shoulders at his question. How had he heard you? Your eyes shifted to the open window above the sink, near where you were currently seated. Realization set in, and you felt your heart drop even further. It seemed the day would get harder before it got easier.

         It wasn’t the first time Jason had approached you over how you spoke to and of yourself, but he had quickly made it clear he didn’t want it to continue. The first time he had chastised you for your bad habit, you learned through his choppy signing and your yes/no questions that he knew firsthand how much worse the habit made things when you were already feeling like dirt. It was then, too, that you had learned the truth about his childhood and what had happened to him.

         Gaze turning back towards Jason, your eyes met his, and you knew it would only make you both feel worse if you played dumb. “I… I don’t know.” You said, gaze fixed on the floor as shame flooded your system and curled your shoulders inwards. “Today’s just been… hard I guess. I woke up feeling off and it just feels like I can’t do anything right. I’m so frustrated with myself!” Your voice raised at the end of your explanation as frustration flooded you once more, then vanished like smoke as you breathed a deep sigh that betrayed your bone-deep weariness to Jason. “I’m sorry, I know we’ve talked about this. I know it bothers you, and I know why. I’m trying. It’s just so hard to stop myself sometimes.” You felt yourself tearing up again and wiped at your eyes as you got up from the floor and looked back at him. He seemed to deflate slightly in understanding, and you heard a small sigh wisp through the holes in his mask. As you stepped towards him, his arms opened up; you stepped into them and brought your arms around him in turn, beginning to cry once more.

         As you stood there, time seemed to pause as you allowed yourself to lean into him and release everything that had been building up over the last few hours. After a while your crying subsided and your breathing slowed as you calmed. After another minute you felt Jason grasp your shoulders softly as he stepped back and looked at you. He seemed lost in thought for a few moments, as if trying to figure out what to do next. “I want to help you.” He said, tilting his head in question. “Let me?” “How?” you asked, unsure what he could possibly do to help you with the matter. He reached for your hand and you placed yours into his gloved one; leading you towards the couch, he sat down. Tilting his head again he brought his hands up and asked “You trust me?” Lips curling in a small smile, you felt yourself soften, melt. “Of course I do, sweetheart. Always.”

         Jason then reached for you and pulled you sideways into his lap. He pressed the mouth of his mask against your temple in a sweet kiss that had you glowing instantly. He grabbed a worn pillow resting against the arm of the couch and brought it to lay flat on the cushion next to him. Then, confusion formed, quickly joined by shock as he gently shifted you to lay face-down across his lap. Head turning to look at him wide-eyed, you brought your arms to the side of the pillow and gripped it as anxiety began to bloom. “Jason?” He was looking back at you, one of his hands resting on the back of your thigh, and he tilted his head once more. “Trust me?” You had a hard time getting your mouth to cooperate with your mind. “Y-yeah? Yes. But…” Looking away, you felt your face heat and you pressed your knees together nervously. Somehow you managed to look back at him as you asked, “Are… are you going to spank me?” Jason nodded, and brought his other hand from his side to ask “OK?” “Okay…” you breathed.

          Jason brought one hand to your back and stroked up and down soothingly as his other hand began to move your bottoms out of the way, leaving your underwear in place. Internally, you were freaking out. You had a thing for being spanked, and from the conversations you’d had with Jason, and your very slow exploration of physical intimacy, you knew he had no idea the effect he was about to have on you. You just hoped you’d be able to make it through without letting on how turned on you’d inevitably become. You were surprised he even felt comfortable with the idea of spanking you, even though you knew he came from a time where it was strictly used as a means to punish or teach a lesson.

         He kept one hand on your back as he brought the other to rest on your rear, and you felt your heart jump to your throat as you felt it leave you. *CRACK* You jumped, gasping loudly as his hand came flying across your right cheek. You knew he wasn’t using his full strength, but he wasn’t holding back as much as you thought he would either. Biting your lip, you squeezed your eyes shut. It stung so good. So lost in thought and sensation were you that you’d only just registered that his hand had retreated again just as he’d brought it back, this time on your left cheek. *CRACK* You groaned in the back of your throat. You could feel heat rising between your legs, arousal seeming to pulse there like a heartbeat. Jason paused and your heart seemed to skip a beat.

         Looking back at him, he was leaning towards your face, head tilted as though checking in with you. “I’m-” You had to swallow. “I’m okay”. He looked more pointedly at you and asked “Why?” “W-why? Why what?” *CRACK* Back to the right. Another gasp left your mouth, he was still staring at you, expecting an answer of some sort. You rattled your brain, trying to figure out what he wanted. “Why… am I being spanked?” You asked hopefully. Jason nodded. You looked away, fearing your face would start to betray your arousal. “Be-because… Ah~!” The left again. “Because I was being mean to myself. I was talking bad to myself.” Looking back at Jason, he nodded. He tilted his head in question as he raised his hand again, he must have wanted you to continue. “And– Ah~! I know I shouldn’t, I know– oh~ you don’t like it, and I know it hu-urts me!”

          It was starting to move beyond a pleasant sting, into steady burn, but still you could feel wetness seeping into your underwear, you hoped he’d be done soon; you didn’t know how long you’d be able to hide your state. You were surprised your gasps and moans hadn’t already given you away. *CRACK* Your head dropped to the pillow, and you felt Jason soothing his hands over your rear again. As heat continued to grow and pulse between your legs, it began blooming in your chest as well.  Something about the situation, how he was caring for you both in spite of and with his punishment, was making you feel so loved, and the thought brought tears to your eyes. His hand on your back began stroking again, and you lifted your head back up to meet his gaze. He gave pause at the sight of your teary eyes and you were quick to reassure him. “I’m alright, thank you Jay.” You smiled at him, and he nodded. He went back to work, laying smack after smack on your backside, alternating cheeks. Your head dropped again. Oh God… you thought.  He’s so good at this. So strong and confident… You weren't helping your predicament.

         You were really beginning to struggle now, having to fight the urge to grind and wiggle on his lap on instinct, having to fight to keep your sounds from becoming too lewd and giving you away. Luckily, after a few more strikes he stopped and after a couple more soothing strokes to your (now admittedly sore) ass, he pulled your bottoms back up and moved the hand on your back to your face, turning it so you were facing him. He began to sign. “Done. Promise me you’ll stop.” Taking a deep breath to try to steady your voice, you nodded. “I promise Jason, I won’t do it again.” He brought the mouth of his mask to your temple again and held it there for a moment. Your eyes closed and you sighed, feeling so worked up and yet so content and relaxed. He pulled away and helped you to sit straddling his lap. You draped your arms over his shoulders and tucked your face into his neck, sighing deeply and breathing in his scent. He wrapped his arms around you and cupped a hand to the back of your head, resting his against your own. Both of you remained leaning into one another for a bit, basking in the moment.

         You were broken out of your bubble of contentment by the wetness between your legs. Groaning, you pushed your face more forcefully into Jason’s neck, squeezing your legs and arms around him tighter as you clenched involuntarily. Jason pulled back at the sound and tilted his head. “Uh… yeah I‘m okay. It’s just… uh…” You looked away, embarrassed. You had no idea how to explain to him that his spanking had turned you on, or how he’d react. But you were so worked up, it felt like almost all your focus was on the heat and tingling between your legs. You felt it was best to just bite the bullet and be honest with him.

         “I have to tell you something.” He stared, waiting for you to continue. “Um… I-I like getting spanked.” His head tilted to the side, you saw his eyelids shift as he furrowed his brow behind the mask. He didn’t understand. You liked it? Did you think it was fun, like a game? Sensing his confusion, you continued. “When I say that, I mean I really like it. It… it gets me worked up.” You shifted further into his lap squeezing your thighs around his as you ground your crotches together to try and get your point across. A few seconds passed, then his eyes widened behind the mask and his head jerked back slightly as understanding dawned on him. It was his turn to be bashful, he looked away and you felt his hands clenching and unclenching anxiously against your head. “I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable, I didn’t want to stop you. I know you were trying to help, and I think you did. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this. I felt so loved and cared for, knowing you wanted to help me so much, I just… get excited too. Something about it just feels good, even though it hurts a bit, especially because I felt so safe with you. Does that make sense?” He didn’t respond for a bit, then slowly nodded. He understood what you were saying, he just didn’t quite get how someone could find getting a spanking enjoyable. Knowing you felt good and that he’d succeeded in getting his point across though, he was happy, if flustered. Leaning into him you quietly muttered “I love you Jason, thank you so much.” and kissed him. He brought both of his hands up to cup your head, petting your hair and leaning into your kiss.

         Pulling away, you looked him in the eyes, smiling and ground into him again. “Will you touch me please? I feel so needy for you.” He fidgeted slightly and looked anywhere but at you. “If not, that’s okay Jason I can take care of it myself if you don’t feel comfortable right now.” You assured him. You were sure he wasn’t expecting this when he’d thought of his little lesson; he seemed to be very worked up over the idea that he’d done something that had turned you on so much. Usually when you two would come together, it was just timing, you both feeling sentimental and affectionate and in the mood to express it physically. Now though? He’d inadvertently aroused you and turned you into a squirming needy mess. Your suggestion to take matters into your own hands, however, was apparently unacceptable; his head shot back to you and he made eye contact as he shook his head somewhat frantically, hands squeezing your arms and looking at you with some determination.

         The next thing you knew, you were being turned around with your back to him. He used his thick, strong thighs to open your own, situating them outside his, it was a bit of a stretch on your hips, but it felt so good, so right for him to open you like this on his lap. You leaned back against him and put your head on his shoulder, turning your head to place a kiss on his jaw, just on the edge of his mask. “Thank you…” you breathed in his ear, and you felt a shiver pass through him. Now that he had you where he wanted you, he seemed to grow bashful again, you’d always touched each other late at night, under the covers of both darkness and the sheets of your shared bed. Now though, you were in the middle of the living area, on the couch, with light streaming in through the few windows in the room. Even though there was nobody to see you but yourselves, it felt different, exposed. It excited you, but Jason seemed to need encouragement to continue.

         Taking his hands in yours, you brought one to wrap around you, and the other to the pulsing warmth between your legs. “It’s okay Jason, it’s just us. You know what I like. You always take good care of me, in every way.” At that, he seemed to come back into the moment and he turned to face you and pressed his forehead against yours as he began to move the hand between your thighs.

          He started slow, with a gentle but firm pressure, letting you get warmed up to his touch through your clothes. Up and down at a languid pace, he rubbed the length of you, alternating between his fingertips and the heel of his palm and you couldn’t help but to slowly start rolling your hips to meet his pace. “Please.” You murmured after a minute “I need more. Please?” You knew you didn’t have to beg, but you were needy, and you wanted Jason to know how much he affected you. He leaned his head against yours, and began undoing your bottoms. Once everything was out of the way, he got to work.

          Bringing just his fingertips to you, he began stroking up and down again, using some of the wetness you'd leaked to help his fingers along. His touch was so light, reverent, and if you didn’t know better, you think he was teasing. You let a small whine leave you, bucking your hips to try to get more pressure. An arm came up and clamped around your hips, holding you still. You dropped your head back onto his shoulder and let out a breathy sigh towards the ceiling and you felt his head nuzzle into your neck as he began to gently stroke over your entrance. You reached out a hand to pause him. “Hold on.”

         Reaching towards a small drawer built into the coffee table in front of you, you retrieved a small packet of lube. You’d picked a box up on one of your trips into town and feeling giddy and a bit silly, you’d put a few in the small drawer. ‘Just in case’ you’d told yourself, and you were glad you did. Jason looked nothing short of gobsmacked to see what you were holding, you giggled and settled back into him. “All of you is so big, I can’t be too careful.” He ducked his face into your neck and you imagined you could feel his face heat through the mask.

         While he was busy hiding, you opened the packet and coated your fingertips, then brought your hand between your thighs and began to touch yourself. Your gasp turned to a moan as the cool lube made contact with your warm hole, and you began circling it and dipping your fingers inside. Upon hearing this, Jason raised his head a bit and watched you. He had never seen you touch yourself other than to bring yourself to completion while he was inside you. He was transfixed. Slowly, as if dazed, he reached to gently pull your fingers from you and you whined again. He soothed you with another press of his mask to your cheek.

         Finally, he began to ease a finger into you and you sighed, eyes closed and the corners of your mouth curved up in satisfaction at finally having something thicker in you. He circled his finger in you, stretching you out and spreading the lube. You clenched, mouth dropping open soundlessly as he brushed  against your sensitive spot. Again and again he pressed into it in slow, sweeping passes until your hips began to rock again. As he pulled his finger out, you groaned at the loss but were quick to plant a grateful kiss to his masked cheek , murmuring to him how good he was doing. Spurred on further by your encouragement, he then brought two fingers to your entrance and slowly seated them inside. Once you’d had a moment to adjust, he crooked his fingers upwards, and you moaned loudly. “Oh, right there, there you go!” You felt tension building up inside your abdomen as he repeatedly stroked and pressed into that spot. You grabbed his other hand and brought it just above the other and looked at him through pleasure-lidded eyes. “Touch me, please, make me cum.”

         As his other hand began to move, rubbing and stroking over you, you began to outright pant. It always felt so much more intense to cum without laying a hand on yourself, the fingers of one of his hands or his cock working inside you while the other one stroked and rubbed the rest of you. You kept grabbing at anything and everything in reach as you felt your pleasure mounting, unsure what you wanted or needed to ground yourself to prepare for what was surely going to be an earth-shattering orgasm. Whipping your head to look at him, you barely managed to form the words to ask “Jason, will you… hah… please kiss me? For re-real?” You began to shake as he nodded and you brought a hand to his mask, sliding it up just enough to expose his mouth. You nearly slammed your mouths together and practically wailed into him as your orgasm crashed over you, coating his hand in your release. He kept thrusting his fingers in and out for a few moments to ease you through it, and when you finally went limp against him he stopped and slowly brought his hands away. After wiping them on a tissue from the coffee table, he grabbed another one and cleaned you up as well.

         Cleanup done, he shifted your legs closed and opened his own to allow you to sink between them and give your sore hips and ass a break from his thick legs and rough pants. He massaged your thighs as your breathing evened out. Your eyes met his and you placed a quick, sweet kiss to his masked mouth. “Thank you Jason, so much. You’re so good to me.” Shifting your ass a bit, you felt he was half hard. “Do you want help with this sweetie?” He shook his head no and you nodded “Alright.” and kissed him again. He didn’t always want to be touched himself when you two got physical, you two had talked as much as you could manage about it and you understood. He just didn’t have the highest libido, he was always willing and happy to bring you pleasure though. You stretched your arms and stood to grab your bottoms from the floor. After quickly redressing, you settled back into his lap and sighed contentedly. Today would be okay.